[Sam Tyler] What's cookin'?

Jul 26, 2007 22:56

Who: Sam Tyler, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Locke
When: Day 36, evening
Where: The cook/signal fire (eventually)
Invited: Everyone
Status: Complete

Sam's quarry stank. He strode out of the jungle praying that the pair of dead, overgrown lemmings he carried -- he hadn't a clue what the Corgi-sized rodents were -- hadn't permanently stunk ( Read more... )

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[John] magicalelf July 27 2007, 15:48:47 UTC
John made his way toward where he smelled food and could hear the quiet noise of fireside chatter taking place. The food didn't smell half bad, he had to admit. He'd have to thank whoever had gone hunting for it earlier. He felt refreshed from his earlier run on the beach with Susan, his legs were sore and he still had a stitch in his side, but he felt good. He'd have to try and make a habit of that, if she was up for it. He was freshly washed and was wearing a cool white t-shirt and a pair of khaki shorts ( ... )

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[Sam Tyler] starborn_scribe July 27 2007, 18:12:20 UTC
"Hello, John," Sam returned. "Run?" he asked them both.

"We went jogging earlier," John clarified.

"Ah." Sam took another bite of well-done nutria. He almost wished it had some pink to it, then remembered that he was eating rodent. Well done seemed to be for the best. "Since you lot enjoy running, perhaps we could organize a football match. Soccer, you Yanks call it, right?"

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[Ivanova] lost_mckay July 27 2007, 18:33:30 UTC
She lifted a hand to the place where she'd put it, felt the soft petals, smiled again. "Thanks." What else could she say? Shaking her head in prelude to an answer to the question, she reached for a plate to pile some food on. Little bits here and there-- and she sat down once she'd figured she had enough for herself. Plenty left. "I am starving."

Twisting around, a single brow rose in askance in response to the whistle. She, too, knew better than to encourage with any more than a silent 'acknowledgement'.

"Thank you, by the way, for cooking." Susan chuckled. "Not something I can do-- Oh! John. Yes... after this..." She pointed at the meat on the 'plate'. "Running tomorrow. If I'm going to wear you out, I might at least have fun doing it." She grinned at the other commander as she took her seat once more.

With the plate in her lap, the fronds to the side of her, she started eating-- carefully. It was good, and she honestly hadn't realized how hungry she was. "Mmm... That.. okay. I'm not going to ask what it is. I've learned that ( ... )

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[John] magicalelf July 27 2007, 18:59:27 UTC
"Since you lot enjoy running, perhaps we could organize a football match. Soccer, you Yanks call it, right?"

she [Susan] looked across the fire from her, the smile turned smirk. "I hear the sound of a gauntlet dropping, John." Her tones were softly goading... all specifically meant to egg the other officer on.

John looked up from biting into the meat he was holding in his fingers, blue eyes flicking from Susan to Sam and back. He chewed and swallowed and nodded. "I was wondering what that sound was. A gauntlet, eh? Well, I've never been the one to stand idly by while gauntlets were being dropped near or around my general vicinity." He looked over at Sam and grinned at him, "I think that a soccer match is a fantastic idea. We played volleyball, might as well give some of the other sports a try. Just need to come up with a do-able soccer ball, using that basketball will break a toe."

He took another bite of meat and cast an innocent, mischevious look over at Ivanova. "Does this mean you'll be a cheerleader, then?"

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[Marcus] tweets July 27 2007, 20:21:29 UTC
Marcus had found a quiet part of the beach to exercise in. It even had a small pool where he could wash his robes before he started his kata's (wearing only shorts), then bathe, before heading back. With his long hair laying wet across his back and his beard still sparkling slightly from the wetness, he moved swiftly back to camp, bearing in mind Dr Jackson's warning about darkness.

Slipping silently through shadows, as was his wont, he slipped up behind Sam, John and Susan, without making so much as a sound.

He (John) took another bite of meat and cast an innocent, mischevious look over at Ivanova. "Does this mean you'll be a cheerleader, then?""Given how well she kicks, she'd be better off as your centre forward!" he said, moving firmly into the light of the fire ( ... )

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[John] magicalelf July 27 2007, 20:36:05 UTC
"Given how well she kicks, she'd be better off as your centre forward!" he said, moving firmly into the light of the fire

John jumped almost spilling his dinner onto the dirt around him, "Holy schnikes, man! Don't do that! That's the easiest way to give a man a heart attack around here" especially after what they'd been through the past couple of weeks. He wiped a hand across his brow and blew a breath out, shaking his head.

He [Marcus]cast a look to John, trying to convey some gratitude there for the conversation earlier

John gave him a nod in return, he could honestly say that he liked the man, despite the fact that he had probably been trying to give him a heart attack for some of the things he said earlier. "Grab a plate and grab some grub before it goes. It's not half bad, as far as island food goes"

He flicked a look at Susan, grinning at her, "If you want to be forward, and you think you can play with the big dogs, you're more than welcome to it"

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[Ivanova] lost_mckay July 27 2007, 20:53:44 UTC
Susan leaned back, her back straightening as she looked at the other officer sitting on the other side of the fire. She chuckled softly, and gave the man a mock glare, her eyes gleaming in amusement. This meant war... and she could be deadly. She'll have to apologize to Aeryn in advance, and promise that she wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. Well, promise that she'd try to keep her out of the crossfire.

Before she could get out a word in response, however, Marcus appeared. Susan didn't jump quite so drastically as John did, though. There was a sense that she was almost inured to it-- used to his comings and goings, his disappearances, only for him to reappear when she'd least expect it. When you least expect it, expect it. She looked up and backwards at the Ranger and smiled at his presence. She watched as he made his way around, and shifted to make room, though it turned out that it hadn't been necessary ( ... )

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[Sam Tyler] starborn_scribe July 27 2007, 21:39:41 UTC
Sam had also jumped when Marcus appeared behind them. John's rather comical reaction had dwarfed Sam's, which was fine by him. "Hallo, Marcus. Help yourself to dinner."

Sam didn't miss the subtext under Marcus's compliment to Susan or her reaction. The pair was subtle, but Sam was trained to see such things. He turned his eyes to his plate. (I don't know why I bother. Bollocksed things up with Maya, probably would have with Annie, and DHARMA's popping me about in time for no discernable reason--)

"Big dogs? You?" Susan's leaning forward and cheerful words brought Sam out of his thoughts. "Sure. I'll play. Little rusty, though. Only had a baseball field on the station."

Sam blinked at her, surprised. He waved a hello at Oona, then turned back to Susan. "You played baseball in space? In the future?" The notion struck him an anachronistic.

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[Ivanova] lost_mckay July 27 2007, 22:47:59 UTC
Susan smirked, her lips pressed together as she nodded. "Yes. Baseball. Still around after a couple hundred more years. Hot dogs... The Chief liked Daffy Duck." She chuckled at the memory-- a face-shot of the Duck, bill open, sweat marks coming off his brow-- "If the aliens ever asked, he just told him that it was the Egyptian god of Frustration. Had him painted on his Starfury, right between his starboard thrusters." She had an Imperial Russian eagle. She shrugged lightly, her tones holding amusement and soft, teasing challenge directed at Sam, "What? A Russian can't play a good ol' American game?"

"Only things that were different was some of the food... and, well, the aliens. We discovered that there was one food that was part of every race in every part of the galaxy." Susan paused, looked to Marcus, then back to Sam and John, "Swedish Meatballs." No matter how it was 'packaged'... "Haven't met an alien race yet that didn't have it."

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[John] magicalelf July 28 2007, 00:27:22 UTC
John snorted a laugh and put the back of his hand to his mouth as he almost choked on some vegetables. "Oh man, I haven't had Swedish Meatballs in ... arns ... years. Years, I haven't had them in years. Wow, what I wouldn't give for a gigantic plate of Swedish Meatballs covered in melted parmesan cheese and ... yeah I'm going to stop because I'm just depressing myself."

He shifted and glanced around, looking for Aeryn.

"I don't see why a Ruskie can't play a good ol' American game, seeing as how soccer isn't even American." He turned to grin at her and Sam again.

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[Sam Tyler] starborn_scribe July 28 2007, 00:53:13 UTC
John grinned, "I don't see why a Ruskie can't play a good ol' American game, seeing as how soccer isn't even American."

Sam grinned back. "Point." Then he gave John a mock-sour look. "Now I'm wishing Swedish meatballs were on the menu. Thanks." (That, and a pint of ale...)

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[Sam Tyler] starborn_scribe July 28 2007, 00:29:50 UTC
"Swedish Meatballs. Haven't met an alien race yet that didn't have it."

Sam stared for a moment longer before bursting into laughter. "You're..." he gasped, "you're serious!" He looked to Marcus for confirmation. The soft-spoken man nodded. "Blimey! And Daffy Duck."

"What about Daffy Duck?" Dean called from the other side of the fire.

Sam shouted back, "'e's a followin' in the future!"

The really tall Sam stood up. "What?!"

"Now you've done it, Susan," Sam chuckled. "You must tell us more about where, er, when you're from. Sounds far more interestin' than Manchester in 1973 or 2006."

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[Ivanova] lost_mckay July 28 2007, 11:59:25 UTC
Susan thouroughly enjoyed the reaction wrought by her comment about Swedish meatballs. It was true, which made it all the better. As for what her own time was like, it was difficult to determine what to pick and choose. Food and sports would probably be the safest path through it all; the question asked of a military officer would usually return something of, well... military and tactics and sociopolitical maneuvers for which they'd been used to smack 'them' down again ( ... )

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[Stephen] cbeckett_md July 28 2007, 12:32:35 UTC
Well with work at standstill in the Infirmary until sometime tomorrow, Stephen decided to wander out and follow his nose. He found the gathering and looked around, his focus turning first to Susan, "Are we talking about Michael?" Well Daffy was mentioned so his mind immediately went to his best friend. The thought is immediately sobering to Stephen as he wonders just what is going on in his own time. Does Michael know he's missing yet? He pushes those thoughts away and focuses again on Susan, giving her a once over, "Why Susan, you have legs." Well more often then not he saw her in uniform pants, not shorts. Even her civvies tended to be pants ( ... )

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[Sam Tyler] starborn_scribe July 28 2007, 12:44:06 UTC
"Thank you. It's kind of nice to eat -real- meat for a change... Well... something immediately recognizable."

Sam grinned. "My pleasure. And it's not rat." The statement, although not defensive, raised a few eyebrows. "It's nutria."

"Nutria?"

"Yeah. They're, ah..." Sam chuckled from the only description he could come up with. "Pretty much big rats. But tasty!" He took a big bite of roast nutria, earning more laughter.

The attention made him a bit self-conscious. Sam was used to CID's scowls and sour looks when he pointed out how many laws and procedures they were ignoring. This was different and fun.

"Honestly," Sam added, "the game I can hunt is limited to small animals. My slingshot could probably take down a juvenile boar, but not without provoking the sow." The thought made him shudder.

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[Aeryn & Marcus] tweets July 28 2007, 15:00:24 UTC
Aeryn had picked her way around the fire, but decided to help herself to some food before joining her extended family. Glancing over, she frowned when she realised that Marcus hadn't got a plate, so she helped herself to two portions before joining them. She smiled at Franklin's words, whispering to her husband "He's possibly the best Doctor here, I think. At least he knows what bedside manner is ( ... )

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